Funny Poems

Funny Poem #1

The first of the funny poems on this page is Koo Koo Cow. Back in the
days when I still ate ice cream, we used to take the kids to an ice
cream parlor in Port Huron, Michigan, right near the Blue Water Bridge
to Sarnia, Ontario. The ice cream was amazing. But the best part was a
larger-than-life 3D sculpture of a cow outside the dairy. For some
reason, I dubbed it the Koo Koo Cow. And even though that wasn't the
real name of the place, our boys would always ask if we could go to the
Koo Koo Cow. I think it's actually a great name for an ice cream parlor
- or for a funny poem!

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The KooKoo CowI love to go to the KooKoo CowWhere the ice cream’s sweet, and I have to bowAnd and give my thanks at the KooKoo shrineFor the taste of her food that is so divine.There is cherry tart, and an almondineAnd a crunchy nut and a toffy cream.There’s a chocolate swirl and a custard pieAnd a mousse so good it could make you cry.Every ice cream scoop is both thick and boldAnd so good to lick, while it’s firm and cold.But the KooKoo Cow hasn’t much to sayAnd she stands stock-still the entire day.I have not learned yet why she’s called KooKoo.But my lucky guess is it rhymes with “Moo.”

Funny Poem #2

The next funny rhyme is Barefoot Bob. It is written about a
man, Bob, who use to frequent my husband's wholesale business...
barefoot. All year round. We live in Michigan. This is not a good
idea unless you're fond of frostbite. The illustration shows Bob in a
business suit. This is not accurate. The real Bob wears overalls. But I
thought that Bob in a business suit was funnier, so I drew him that
way. Consider it poetic license in an illustration.

Barefoot BobBarefoot Bob is debonairAnd dresses up with utmost careWith not one hair found out of place,And not one whisker on his face.And so it’s odd to see him choose To never wear his socks or shoes.

Wherever Barefoot Bobby goes,If you look down, you’ll see his toes.From overalls to suit and tie,You’ll see his toes.Don’t ask him why.But if you put him on the spot,His answer is “My shoes are hot!In summertime, with all that heat,I cannot bear to choke my feet.”Does winter snow make Bobby wince?“Oh no, I like to see my prints.”He is no slouch and is no slob.He’s airfoot, fairfoot Barefoot Bob.

Funny Poem #3

The next funny poem is Visiting the Sphinx. This poem
is in honor of my friend's husband. She refers to him as "the sphinx"
because he is a good listener -- and repeats nothing. Not a bad quality
in a person. And very rare.

Visiting the SphinxMervin Melvin Martin MinxWent abroad to see the sphinx.All his life he thought he’d try it,But he found the sphinx too quiet.

He shouted out, “Oh how-de-do?Hello, Grand Sphinx, and how are you?”He listened close, but what he heardWas silent wind and not a word.

He stamped his foot, said, “What a bore!Yes, I have heard Niagara roar.I have heard Grand Canyon loud,With echoes of the tourist crowd,And I have heard the yodelers’ yelpsAll across the snowy Alps.

Yes I have heard and seen it allFrom loud Big Ben -- to China’s Wall.”He turned his back, and heaved a sigh.The silent sphinx mouthed out “Good-bye.”

Funny Poem #4

The fourth and last poem on this page is Journeyman. I think (not sure)
this one was about my son who planned to live in Israel, California, and
then New York -- only to move to Chicago. Now we're delighted that
he's back in bustling metro Detroit, along with his New-York born wife and Detroit-born son.

JourneymanHe tried to find his way to funAnd trekked to Katmandu.And got so disappointed.(there was not much there to do).

He flew straight to SeattleBut he didn’t like the rain.He skipped the climb up Mt Rainier(as it might cause him pain).

He hopped a bus to MemphisFor a Southern Blue Grass fling,But soon was on his way again.(He really couldn’t sing.)

He fled south to MiamiTo lay out in the sunBut he forgot his sunscreenAnd his sunburn wasn’t fun.

He drove his car to RenoWhere he thought he’d test his luckHis luck was on vacationAs he left with just one buck.

He thought a bit of England,And of Italy and RomeBut he ran out of moneySo he made his way back home.